My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2556 -853: The Thirty-Day Prophecy

“Based on the current frequency of the subspace energy impact on the Beta device and the Genesis energy storage at Base R-9, if we do nothing, this suppression device will fail in ten years. By then, this rift that has been suppressed for over a thousand years will erupt again.

From the center of this base, the range it can affect is at least nearly a thousand kilometers.

Even with the ‘mildest’ pollution model, once it gets out of control, it can transform the Dark Mountain Range into a fallen kingdom filled with Subspace Vanguard in minutes.”

Near the edge of a stone bridge close to the subspace fracture on the fourth underground level, the Amnesiac Sentinel, Monica, fiddled with a somewhat complex Creator’s reconnaissance device. After gathering enough data, she turned to Murphy beside her and said:

“Of course, my pessimistic conclusion is based on the assumption that the Age of Chaos a millennium later can endure the next ten years. From the state of the continent you just described to me, I don’t think the so-called civilized camp can withstand the attacks of the so-called ‘Dusk’ Subspace Servants for ten years without collapsing.

The Heretics, though hidden in the shadows, undoubtedly hold the initiative, while you can only react passively.”

“Hmm, even though we have already begun to fight back, we don’t even understand the specific structure of Dusk now, nor do we know how much these guys have stolen from the Creator that should have belonged to me. Therefore, I must reluctantly and pessimistically admit that without me as this ‘variable,’ your bleak prediction for the future will likely become a reality.”

Murphy did not refute.

He stared at the dangerous rift that was suppressed before him.

The thrill of standing on the edge of a nuclear bomb that could explode at any moment was indeed intoxicating.

However, there were no small players spectating now, so Murphy did not start his “showing off” mode and instead said briefly to Monica:

“How long will it take to adjust the release frequency of Base R-9’s Energy Cabin and the Beta suppression device to the level that can assist me in deploying the Omega Impact?”

“I need to assess the maximum Omega Impact energy intensity that you can currently release.”

Monica responded professionally:

“I must have enough data to redesign the operation rate of the energy bay. Additionally, the Beta device hasn’t been maintained for over a thousand years, and whether it can withstand high-frequency overloads is still a big issue, so I need to service and upgrade it.

This all takes time, so if you want me to give a specific timeline, it’s roughly about a natural month, around thirty days.

Furthermore, didn’t you mention earlier that you plan to conduct a rescue mission using this subspace fracture?

Pulling a group of flesh-and-blood life forms ready to be sent into the subspace back into the material world from the crevices with the Star Realm? Frankly, I think this plan is quite risky, and the rewards aren’t high.

Not to mention whether those life forms will fall into corruption upon contact with the subspace, just the act of extracting a city from the crevices of three planes is an enormous hazard. The Star Realm is already fragmented, and whether its planar boundary can withstand such a large-scale extraction is unknown.

I can’t even predict the various crises that might directly trigger if your action encounters any accident.

From the response plan managed by the Sentinel Corps for this method…”

“I guess you guys would drop an erasure torpedo on the city being sent into the subspace?”

Murphy teased:

“The non-toxic, pollution-free way of handling, a perfect experience for both victims and perpetrators, and immediate death without any pain, allowing them to retain the last shred of dignity before being completely contaminated?”

“Pretty much.”

Monica pouted:

“Though my memory data has been formatted, my thought circuits are normal, Lord Administrator. I can hear your sarcasm. Well, I have to admit, we mechanical beings have a completely different understanding of the concepts of ‘life’ and ‘existence’ compared to you flesh-and-blood beings.

Although I disagree with your way of action, the decision is not in my hands either.

The highest priority for me at the moment is to resolve this subspace fracture in front of me. If there’s nothing else, please allow me to temporarily excuse myself to inspect the energy bay and Beta device at Base R-9.

Don’t forget to let me record an Omega Impact value for you before you leave.”

“Hmm, go ahead, your two apprentices will be here soon.”

Murphy said:

“I hope you fulfill your promise and teach them as much as your knowledge and skills.”

“We robots do not have the thought process of double-dealing, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

Monica put away the reconnaissance equipment she was holding, hefted it onto her shoulder, and assured Murphy:

“Just now, I have designed a very efficient learning plan for my apprentices, and hopefully, they can keep up with my ‘teaching schedule.’

Additionally, your power armor maintenance is scheduled for three days later, so please prepare the tools I need in advance.”

With that said, the robot neither made small talk nor said goodbye, and simply turned and walked away, emphasizing efficiency and decisiveness. Murphy watched Monica disappear down the branch of the energy bay, a hint of scrutiny and contemplation in his eyes.

This Sentinel he rescued… might be hiding something.